These wonderful enchanted creature are
within our own minds and heart.
Poets have written poetry of them,
songs have been sung about them,
philosophers have named them,
and many myths have been written about them.
Why could it not be a memory,
deep from within our minds and heart,
A longing, where the blood flows for freedom
A memory retained from experience of a long ago time.
Where flying dragon back
was as common as driving a automobile today
The artist gives them life with his her brush
and if you listen well,
you may well even hear the flutter of their wings
We will see once we come to believe
Hear them see them fly
They come to you from a place of peace and love
Writen by Cynthia
Thank you all my wonderful friends for being
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